He was glad to hear that Sam wouldn't attack him or his fellow guildmembers, and for more reasons than just fear of their power - though he noticed that that came first on the list, fear more motivating than love for the bookmaker. He held in his sigh, watching the rain fall in gloomy counterpoint to the conversation they were having, wondering if Sam would still be his friend after this - after so many disagreements centered on the Voice.
And another one now, Sam stating that their friendship was impossible, rejecting Jigano's attempts to find a way through the thorny passage the gods had grown around them. The bard looked back towards the bookmaker solemnly, hearing what Sam did not say; that a year ago his friendship and the guild would not have been reason enough to live for, even before the Voice came back into his life.
Remi might have been enough... but Sam had no memories of that love, not firsthand. Not anymore, at least.
"I'm glad that you don't feel the need to do that now," he said quietly. "Even though I'm... I don't know what to say, if you think it's impossible to be friends in spite of the gods." Damn, but that hurt, twisting into Jigano's gut like a sharp knife. "You're the only one who can make that decision for yourself, though. What's important enough to fight to keep, whether it be your friends or your goddess." He had made his, and had told Sam that he still considered them friends. He knew where his heart lay.
He'd thought he known where Sam's was, but had that, too, been removed by the Voice when he wasn't looking?
And another one now, Sam stating that their friendship was impossible, rejecting Jigano's attempts to find a way through the thorny passage the gods had grown around them. The bard looked back towards the bookmaker solemnly, hearing what Sam did not say; that a year ago his friendship and the guild would not have been reason enough to live for, even before the Voice came back into his life.
Remi might have been enough... but Sam had no memories of that love, not firsthand. Not anymore, at least.
"I'm glad that you don't feel the need to do that now," he said quietly. "Even though I'm... I don't know what to say, if you think it's impossible to be friends in spite of the gods." Damn, but that hurt, twisting into Jigano's gut like a sharp knife. "You're the only one who can make that decision for yourself, though. What's important enough to fight to keep, whether it be your friends or your goddess." He had made his, and had told Sam that he still considered them friends. He knew where his heart lay.
He'd thought he known where Sam's was, but had that, too, been removed by the Voice when he wasn't looking?
